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the real struggle of writing: having the entire movie mapped out in your head like ur steven spielberg but putting it down on paper is like spongebob trying to write his essay for boating school
self-editing for fiction writers
Showing vs Telling
Do you have any narrative summary, or are you bouncing from scene to scene without pausing for breath?
Characterization & Exposition
What information do your readers need in order to understand your story? At what point in the story do they need to know it?
How are you getting this info across to your readers? Is it all at once through a writer-to-reader lecture?
If exposition comes out through dialogue, is it through dialogue your characters would actually speak even if your readers didn’t have to know the information? In other words, does the dialogue exist only to put the information across?
Point of View
Look at your descriptions. Can you tell how your viewpoint character feels about what you’re describing?
Proportion
Look at descriptions. Are the details you give the ones your viewpoint character would notice?
Reread your first fifty pages, paying attention to what you spend your time on. Are the characters you develop most fully important to the ending? Do you use the locations you develop in detail later in the story? Do any of the characters play a surprising role in the ending? Could readers guess this from the amount of time you spend on them?
Dialogue
Can you get rid of some of your speaker attributions entirely? Try replacing some with beats.
How often have you paragrapher your dialogue?Try paragraphing a little more often.
See How it Sounds
Read your dialogue aloud. At some point, read aloud every word you write.
Be on the lookout for places where you are tempted to change the wording.
How well do your characters understand each other? Do they ever mislead on another? Any outright lies?
Interior Monologue
First, how much interior monologue do you have? If you seem to have a lot, check to see whether some is actually dialogue description in disguise. Are you using interior monologue to show things that should be told?
Do you have thinker attributions you should get rid of (by recasting into 3rd person, by setting the interior monologue off in its own paragraph or in italics, or by simply dropping the attribution)
Do your mechanics match your narrative distance?(Thinker attributions, italics, first person when your narrative is in third?)
Easy Beats
How many beats do you have? How often do you interrupt your dialogue?
What are your beats describing? Familiar every day actions, such as dialling a telephone or buying groceries? How often do you repeat a beat? Are your characters always looking out of windows or lighting cigarettes?
Do your beats help illuminate your characters? Are they individual or general actions anyone might do under just about any circumstances?
Do your beats fit the rhythm of your dialogue? Read it aloud and find out
Breaking up is easy to do
Look for white space. How much is there? Do you have paragraphs that go on as much as a page in length?
Do you have scenes with NO longer paragraphs? Remember what you’re after is the right balance.
Have your characters made little speeches to one another?
If you’re writing a novel, are all your scenes or chapters exactly the same length? -> brief scenes or chapters can give you more control over your story. They can add to your story’s tension. Longer chapters can give it a more leisurely feels. If scene or chapter length remains steady while the tension of the story varies considerably, your are passing up the chance to reinforce the tension.
Once is usually enough
Reread your manuscript, keeping in mind what you are trying to do with each paragraph–what character point you’re trying to establish, what sort of mood you’re trying to create, what background you’re trying to suggest. In how many different ways are you accomplishing each of these ends?
If more than one way, try reading the passage without the weakest approach and see if it itsn’t more effective.
How about on a chapter level? Do you have more than one chapter that accomplishes the same thing?
Is there a plot device or stylistic effect you are particularly pleased with? How often do you use it?
Keep on the lookout for unintentional word repeats. The more striking a word or phrase is, the more jarring it will be if repeated
Sophistication
How many -ing and as phrases do you write? The only ones that count are the ones that place a bit of action in a subordinate clause
How about -ly adverbs?
Do you have a lot of short sentences, both within your dialogue and within your description and narration? Try stringing some of them together with commas
Instagram inspiration.
I open my eyes, as l’m lying on my back. Blue. Baby blue. Not a single cloud in sight. It truly was a beautiful spring day perfect for picnic in the park. And that’s exactly where I was, in the park. Lying on the square blanket I found in my apartment. ‘What are you thinking about?’ I hear a soft voice next to me. I smile and turn to my side, looking at his face ‘nothing really, how beautiful it is.’ ‘Not as beautiful as you’ he says with a sly smile ‘Oh shut up youuuu’ I almost sing out and hit his chest. ‘I’m serious’ he whines like he in pain. ‘No, no you are not’ I say as I straddle him and sit on his thighs. He was looking so good I honestly couldn’t really believe I had him here with me on this tiny blanket under the clear sky with sun shining on us. He was wearing jeans and a wide white shirt with tiny vertical black stripes and he smelled so good. With his newly blonde almost white hair and smile that could sweep you of your feet; he truly was a sight to admire. ‘Come on we in public’ he whines again and I smirk moving my hips a little bit forward. ‘Right right, ok got it’ I say as I see his face turning serious. ‘lLoser’ I stick my tongue out to him and in a split second he lifts himself up now his face so close to mine I got shivers on this fine warm sunny day. ‘Who’s the loser now?’ he whispers against my ear obviously noticing me going blank with his face that close to mine. ‘Me’ I say in my head ‘always me’ but no way in hell I’m saying that out loud in front of him. In my head I’m praying to all the Gods he doesn’t start singing with his low raspy voice right next to my ear because I could easily turn from ‘a loser’ to ‘really stupid’. ‘I don’t know’ I finally manage to say out loud, it was probably the dumbest thing I could say eeh. But it is what it is. He smiles at me and his smile literally blinds me, powerful thing. I wrap my arms around his neck and get now my face closer to his. I notice his body reacting instantly. ‘Bullshit’ he says laughing trying to control himself. I brush my lips against his couple of times before we both got impatient and our lips finally meet in full force. I’m desperately trying to catch my breath and tell him this is a bad idea but at the same time I’m eager to get him as close to me as possible. Like I want to morph him into me or morph me into him. Either way. Finally we pull apart after our little heated show, both panting like we ran a marathon. ‘You are going for a kill’ he breathes out and I try to tell him it’s actually him that’s trying to kill me. But my words are caught in my throat as I’m pushed on my back now with him on me and sun blinding me so hard I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Until he positions himself blocking out the sun and I finally open my eyes meeting his. He nuzzles into my neck and here come the shivers again. I really need to get that shit under control. What the hell. ‘We should take this somewhere private’ he says under his breath into my neck. ‘Definitely’ I practically whisper back. ‘But I don’t want to wait’ he speaks again in his low voice as he lifts his face to mine. I can see the change in his eyes, like they are clouded, darker. ‘wow easy tiger I spit out almost in panic. It was a thin line we playing at here. Really stupid about to happen. ‘We need to take it slow’ I grim at him showing all of my not-so-beautiful-teeth, trying to pull of the innocent card. He brings his face to my side again brushing my ear with his lips ‘never’.
Grey.
You see if I was to use one word to describe myself it would be ‘grayness’. There is so much to me but nothing really. Nothing to hold, nothing to grab or to feel, to recollect, to remember… Like I don’t know how to actually articulate what I’m trying to say. There is nothing to me outside of me, the real me. The alive me. Body and soul. I am me as much me, myself and I that lives in my mind and feels in my soul. I doubt I seem like a fully adult functional person to anybody. I feel like a shadow of a shadow. Those shadows that are always there but in the dark. Always in the dark. Always grey. I feel all these colors inside me but my vision is black and white and even though I try to bring some color out, I don’t see it. I don’t recognize it and don’t acknowledge it. In fact, I belittle it. Even if I make SOMEthing, I manage to make it into Nothing. I can’t recall one happy or accomplished moment in my life, although I’m well aware my life is long enough to have some of those as little and insignificant as they could be. They are there. But my mind does not recall those as much as I try, like I can’t repaint those in my mind and have them presented in front of my eyes, that now, looks like, don’t recognize its own color. I just cannot. Feels like the color inside me dried like a cartridge in a not-used printer. And then no matter how much color you still have in there, it’s useless. Or like a dried colored marker that you can see it used to give color once upon a time but now doesn’t even leave a trace.
am I losing my mind?
‘Why am I here again?’ I blunt out a bit too loud then I intended since I was in public. To be more specific I was at the doctors. Lady Doctor to be even more specific. I was waiting for my scheduled appointment. Alone. Well I was alone; the waiting room was full otherwise, of course. Old nosy ladies, young ladies with their guys, I especially hated those. Miss me with your lovey-dovey s*it. Thank you.
I was looking rather rubbish, mind me telling you. Whenever I go to any type of doctors’ appointment I look like a homeless person, because I feel like I’m dying. Dying because I have to go there in the first place. Not a fan, but again doubt anybody loves it. As I’m scrolling thru my phone, switching between facebook, twitter and instagram all in the spam of a minute, I notice a dude entering the waiting room alone. Where is the lady?
Its then that I notice there is another office there, that’s also working right now. Oh, soo I guess not all old and young ladies are waiting for the lady doctor. Well that’s great. I won’t have to sleep here or grow grey from waiting. At least I hope so. Dude looked familiar and that was odd because he was looking fine and I always remembered a fine looking dude especially in my hometown. It’s a rare sight to see. And that’s not me being picky, that’s me stating facts. As I was mesmerized by the blonde guy, my name was called without me noticing on the first call. In my defense she did call me a madam; ‘do I look married to you?’ The answer should be negative. I do finally make my way inside and in 10 minutes I’m out. I say a polite goodbye to the people waiting and leave the waiting room as fast as I can my jacket in hands. Hasta la vista ladies and gentlemen’s. I’m on the hall, on the phone calling my douche-ass younger brother, to come pick me up. Guess what? That 1st degree f**ker went on a little tiny road trip, leaving me here even though we had plans after I’m done. But of course, he is very sorry his friend called and he ditched me just like that and he should be there in 15 minutes. As you do, to an older sister. Right. Kiss me.
I went to grab a coffee and sat down on one of the chairs on the hall right outside the waiting room I was just in. I didn’t see that blonde dude in there when I was leaving so I should camp here pretending to be smooth and check him out one more time. Like I said, fine looking male in our hometown… rare. I whip out my phone again and pretend to be busy. Soon enough I hear a guy talking with a nurse and her telling him to wait for the papers. In that moment my brother calls me back and tells me he back and now, miss me, he waiting for me to come down. I pick my bag in a hurry. Prince of Persia cannot wait.
I smash my face into something rather solid, kind of warm and soft as well. I look up and see THAT dude. Great. I was waiting for him after all. ‘Oh, I’m sorry’ the dude stutters out as I pick my jacket of the floor. ‘Its fine’ I brush it off like it’s his fault. This dude up close is looking even more fine and definitely not from around here. I can tell that now that I have him close since I again don’t have my glasses with me. To be fair I was judging him by his hairstyle and clothes before. That’s my standard when I’m practically blind, that is - without my glasses. Friends call me smart.
I follow after him catching his perfume as it leaves after him. Goddess gracious. That smelled like fresh sheets on a shitty, rainy day. Like baking the finest apple-cinnamon pies you can whip together in early fall. I was basically drugged as I drag my feet down the stairs. I rush a little bit, not to obvious but probably not the smoothest neither to catch another sniff of that glorious scent. I’m now right behind him, probably sniffing away like an altered trained dog. Smooth and classy now that I think back to it. Back then I was out of my mind and 100% out of my body. It was just that good. And since I was practically blind my nose did its job. I can hear him mumbling something to himself and as I get even more close I realize he is actually singing, so low that you can barely hear it. Scent catches my nostrils again and I feel my soul lifting from my greasy body. I could almost make out what he was singing, did not sound like my language and to be fair, I wasn’t surprised. Guy had that aura around him. As he opens the door to leave the health center, he holds them for a second and then turns around: ‘I’m Sammy by the way’. It catches me of guard I honestly couldn’t remember my name and I just grin a little smile face flushed like over-grown tomato. When he turns away from me I stutter; ‘I’m Sarah’. Fella turns back around and smiles. ‘Wow teeth white a the most expensive procelain you can buy’ I think to myself now being blinding by that sight. Beautiful. He leaves around the corner, maybe getting something from the pharmacy and I, blind and drugged, enter the car facing my shocked looking brother.
‘What the actual **** is wrong with you? Grinning like a creepy old dude and staring like that?’
‘WHAT?’ I say innocently, ‘Dude is fine as hell!’
My brother shrugs, ‘What dude?’